Soft-Spoken

pink sunset

Soft the vulnerable caress

Which parts Night’s lips in tender lullaby

Words pour forth, singing Day to sleep

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Go to Sleep, My Son

Go to sleep, my son,

the cold has come to stay;

dream your dreams of springtime sun

while winter has its sway.

Drift to lands of warmth and grace

while tucked in cosy bed;

my roots will hold your heart in place,

so rest your weary head.